You know all about the well and the palm trees and the dates and things.

They had cocoa for supper.

It was great fun, and they slept soundly and awoke in the morning with a heart for any fate, as a respectable poet puts it.
The next day was just the same as the first, only instead of going through fresh green fields, the way lay through dry yellow desert.

And again the children slept, and again the camel chose an oasis with remarkable taste and judgment.

But the second night was not at all the same as the first.